Nick’s hair is a drop of golden sunshine that fell from the sky. It’s silky, smooth, and exquisitely styled. Like the atlantic it seamlessly flows to form waves of enchantment and mystery. It whispers to the crowd, ensnaring the gleaming gazes of girls, all staring as if under a spell at the victorious champion leaving the field. It pokes out from under his helmet as if to say “hello.”
Shyly it steps out from under the football helmet and shimmers in the stadium spotlight.  Everyone stops to soak in the splendor that is Nick’s hair. It sings into the crisp night air. Feeling alive. Never feeling more alive.